Tagged!
It’s been ANOTHER rush of few months since i scribbled here last, and after having decided that the general public has ahd enough of a break, i begin again.
But first, we've got business to take care of - I've been tagged - a fairly neurotic process in which energetic bloggers bung in cute little punctuations from their life, and end by inflicting a link on some other unsuspecting blogger, who in turn has got some punctuating of his own to do.
I am...............I wish i was.. really...the day I can say I am...that's the day i'll stop being.
I read……….. the writing on the wall way too often for my liking. Life seems to be a series of bloody ultimatums and unpleasant displays of cause-and-effect
I could … drink seven pints of beer at one go if I thought anyone cared.
I talk… wayyyy too much for anyone’s good.
I think… that all my perceptions of my self are exaggerated by the order of a zegallion
times.
I peak ….. when I am beaten.
I swear… I’ll be suave some day.
I wonder… constantly about what I’ll be decades from now.
I will …… be someone I like someday.
I hate… an act that’s predictable.
I have … friends.
I haven’t …… done right by all of them.
I hope ……… I’ll set that right someday.
I laugh……… incessantly
I wear…… faces…facades…some which I like some which I don’t … all of which I can
avoid but don’t.
I play… not enough sport and too many games.
okay...that's enough. Look below for the tag which caused this.
Pratik's!
I am… just another guy from small town India, trying to make it big and break the shackles of a small-town middle-class mindset.
I believe… that each day should be lived to its fullest and there’s no point in looking back on a day where you could not do that… Carpe Diem, baby!
I read… anything that catches my fancy, though I seem to be outgrowing fiction with every passing book. Peter Bernstein’s Against the Gods refuses to be put down.
I dance… only when I am forced to. And obviously I suck at it.
I sing… when I am happy or alone.
I cry… not that often, but usually for reasons not to be disclosed here.
I love… my bike. There’s nothing quite as refreshing as the breeze in my hair, whatever little is left of it ;). Also love to sleep… can do that anywhere, anytime!
I would give my arm… for hmmmm… nothing! Nothing can be worth more than what I can achieve by working for it. If I can’t motivate myself to work for something, it ain’t worth having.
I wish… I had wings and my legs never get tired. Then I would be able to walk or fly over every imaginable piece of land and water on this planet. There’s so much to discover… still!
I want… to die a contented being, full of joy brought by a life fulfilled.
I should… post to my blog more regularly. And definitely take a shot at one professional sport, at least.
I cannot… stand the sight of an open wound.
I would love to… go back to Nagpur and do something for the people, maybe do something TO the people and make them more enterprising.
I will… get rich, or die trying :)
I hope… that someday I will understand myself.
I think… therefore I AM!!!
I tag…
Pawmee
But first, we've got business to take care of - I've been tagged - a fairly neurotic process in which energetic bloggers bung in cute little punctuations from their life, and end by inflicting a link on some other unsuspecting blogger, who in turn has got some punctuating of his own to do.
I am...............I wish i was.. really...the day I can say I am...that's the day i'll stop being.
I read……….. the writing on the wall way too often for my liking. Life seems to be a series of bloody ultimatums and unpleasant displays of cause-and-effect
I could … drink seven pints of beer at one go if I thought anyone cared.
I talk… wayyyy too much for anyone’s good.
I think… that all my perceptions of my self are exaggerated by the order of a zegallion
times.
I peak ….. when I am beaten.
I swear… I’ll be suave some day.
I wonder… constantly about what I’ll be decades from now.
I will …… be someone I like someday.
I hate… an act that’s predictable.
I have … friends.
I haven’t …… done right by all of them.
I hope ……… I’ll set that right someday.
I laugh……… incessantly
I wear…… faces…facades…some which I like some which I don’t … all of which I can
avoid but don’t.
I play… not enough sport and too many games.
okay...that's enough. Look below for the tag which caused this.
Pratik's!
I am… just another guy from small town India, trying to make it big and break the shackles of a small-town middle-class mindset.
I believe… that each day should be lived to its fullest and there’s no point in looking back on a day where you could not do that… Carpe Diem, baby!
I read… anything that catches my fancy, though I seem to be outgrowing fiction with every passing book. Peter Bernstein’s Against the Gods refuses to be put down.
I dance… only when I am forced to. And obviously I suck at it.
I sing… when I am happy or alone.
I cry… not that often, but usually for reasons not to be disclosed here.
I love… my bike. There’s nothing quite as refreshing as the breeze in my hair, whatever little is left of it ;). Also love to sleep… can do that anywhere, anytime!
I would give my arm… for hmmmm… nothing! Nothing can be worth more than what I can achieve by working for it. If I can’t motivate myself to work for something, it ain’t worth having.
I wish… I had wings and my legs never get tired. Then I would be able to walk or fly over every imaginable piece of land and water on this planet. There’s so much to discover… still!
I want… to die a contented being, full of joy brought by a life fulfilled.
I should… post to my blog more regularly. And definitely take a shot at one professional sport, at least.
I cannot… stand the sight of an open wound.
I would love to… go back to Nagpur and do something for the people, maybe do something TO the people and make them more enterprising.
I will… get rich, or die trying :)
I hope… that someday I will understand myself.
I think… therefore I AM!!!
I tag…
Pawmee
2 Comments:
all right bro... welcome back!!! Let the verbal diorrhea begin :)
Some very interesting thoughts.Nice to see u have done the tag too.
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